His fingers clenched around the book, his better logic screaming at him to turn and walk away.
He didn't.
Without knocking, he opened the door and walked in.
He found Elian sitting on the bed, staring idly at the floor, not lifting his face. Even as he stood in front of Elian, the young man still refused to look at him.
Lucien realized... Elian was ignoring him.
The scent of the lavender oil Ms. Beck had used on Elian's hair surrounded them in a warm cocoon, softening the atmosphere without meaning to.
"Do you not hear or feel me, Young Morel?" Lucien questioned, staring at Elian's intertwined hands.
